Chapter 177 Visiting Feng Mansion
What gift should I give? Zhang Dongliang racked his brains to think.
"Hey, there is."
Zhang Dongliang searched for a long time in his small world and found a suitable gift. For a literary young woman like Feng Chengcheng, there is no more suitable gift than a music box.
There may have been music boxes in foreign countries during this era, but there were certainly no music boxes as sophisticated as those made in later generations because the technical level was not up to par.
It's just perfect, wrap up the music box and that's it.
After thinking about it, if I meet Wang Yueqi with the telescope and ask her for a gift, I must be prepared.
I prepared two hair ties for Wang Yueqi, and a Douban-shaped hairpin, which is definitely the most novel hairpin of this era. It's better to be prepared, so I also found a paper box to pack it.
They took a rickshaw to Feng Mansion, "Mr. Zhang, please follow me." The servant waiting at the door had already received arrangements and led Zhang Dongliang to the reception room.
"Oh, Mr. Zhang is here. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. Please take a seat." Feng Jingyao came up to greet him with a smile, holding his iconic long cigarette holder.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Feng Chengcheng stood up and greeted him.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Zhang Dongliang turned around and saw that Wang Yueqi had indeed not left and was still here. "Luckily I was prepared."
"Hello, Mr. Feng, Ms. Feng, and classmate Wang Yueqi." Zhang Dongliang politely responded in turn.
"It's an honor to visit you for the first time, but this is a small gift I prepared for Miss Feng. I hope she likes it." Zhang Dongliang took out the packaged music box.
"Hey, how can you be so polite? Today we are inviting Mr. Zhang to thank him for saving my daughter, and we also want Mr. Zhang to spend money to prepare a gift." Feng Jingyao's face is full of smiles.
"You're welcome, Mr. Feng. It's just a small gift."
Zhang Dongliang turned to Wang Yueqi and said, "Wang Yueqi, I have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you like it."
"Wow, there's a gift for me too." Wang Yueqi was so happy that she was overjoyed. She was glad that she didn't leave today.
"Ah! Mr. Zhang gave me a headdress, but I'm a girl." Wang Yueqi couldn't wait to open the gift. She was surprised and started to act exaggeratedly sarcastic.
As Wang Yueqi was a carefree student, Zhang Dongliang didn't mind playing a little joke on her.
"Yes, classmate Wang Yueqi, do you know why I gave you a headdress?"
"Why? Mr. Zhang, giving a girl a headdress has many meanings. You don't like her, do you?" Wang Yueqi continued to attack with her venomous tongue.
Zhang Dongliang smiled slightly: "No, classmate Wang, you may have thought too much. I see that you often tie two white cloth strips in your braids, which always gives people the feeling that you are attending a funeral, so I gave you some headwear to change your style."
"Ah?! Mr. Zhang, how can you say that to a girl?" Wang Yueqi pouted, looking unhappy.
Zhang Dongliang smiled and did not continue the topic.
"Puff", Feng Chengcheng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea. She quickly covered her mouth and quietly wiped it with a handkerchief, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I'm rude."
"Chengcheng, open your gift and take a look." Wang Yueqi encouraged Feng Chengcheng from the side.
Feng Chengcheng didn't want to open the gift at first, as it was very rude to open a gift in front of guests. But unable to resist Wang Yueqi's repeated urging, Feng Chengcheng still opened the gift box.
"Just wind up the spring." Zhang Dongliang reminded Feng Chengcheng.
Feng Chengcheng turned the spring, and the music box made a clear "ding ding dong dong" sound, with two dolls spinning and dancing on it.
"Ah, what a beautiful gift." Wang Yueqi exclaimed loudly again.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, I like this gift very much." Feng Chengcheng expressed his gratitude to Zhang Dongliang.
"Mr. Zhang, you are so thoughtful. Please sit down and let's have some tea." Feng Jingyao invited Zhang Dongliang to sit down.
"This hairpin is so weird." Wang Yueqi muttered as she took out the hairpin and looked at it. She couldn't resist her curiosity and clipped it on her hair. It looked like a bean sprout popping out of her hair.
Looking at Wang Yueqi's strange look, Feng Chengcheng couldn't help but spit out the tea again: "I can't laugh anymore~~"
Feng Jingyao glanced at Zhang Dongliang apologetically: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. It's rare for my daughter to be so happy~~"
Zhang Dongliang waved his hand: "It's okay, as long as Miss Feng is happy."
Feng Chengcheng packed up and looked at Zhang Dongliang with her beautiful eyes, thinking to herself, "Mr. Zhang is really a wonderful person. This gift is really unique."
"Mr. Zhang, have tea. I wonder what business Mr. Zhang plans to pursue after coming to Shanghai?"
"Hey, Mr. Feng, you think highly of me. I am just a small family. There is no way I can develop. I just want to make a living."
"How can that be possible? It's rare to find someone as young and promising as Mr. Zhang."
When Zhang Dongliang and Feng Jingyao were exchanging business praises, Feng Jingyao's number one lackey, Ah Xiang, came over and whispered to Feng Jingyao, "Mr. Feng, Xu Wenqiang is here."
"Oh?" Feng Jingyao rolled his eyes and said, "Please ask him to come in."
Xu Wenqiang walked in wearing a formal suit and a top hat, followed by Ding Li. Xu Wenqiang smiled, took off his top hat, and bowed slightly: "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Feng, I didn't expect you to have guests here."
"Oh, it's okay. Please take a seat, Mr. Xu. I'll introduce you."
"No need, Mr. Feng. I've also seen Mr. Zhang at the station."
"Oh, by the way, you also went to the station yesterday. Look at my memory." Feng Jingyao looked as if he had suddenly realized something.
Ding Li looked at his idol with shining eyes. This was the third time he met Mr. Feng.
In the first episode of Shanghai Beach, Feng Jingyao was introduced as a fruit seller, and now he is a tycoon in Shanghai Beach. Ding Li is also a fruit seller, and he regards Feng Jingyao as his spiritual idol.
Who was the tycoon who started out as a fruit seller in the real history of Shanghai? It was Mr. Du. Feng Jingyao called himself Mr. Du based on this prototype.
"Mr. Feng, you have guests here. I will visit you another day." Xu Wenqiang politely prepared to leave.
"Hey, Mr. Xu, it's okay. You've met Mr. Zhang before, it's better to arrive early than late. You're all young people, why don't you get together and have a meal."
"Well, I'd rather obey than be polite." Xu Wenqiang hesitated for a moment and actually agreed. He handed his hat to the servant and sat on the sofa.
I have to say that Xu Wenqiang's pretentious posture is very skillful and very attractive. Zhang Dongliang was fascinated by this smooth set of movements back then.
Later, when we analyzed it from a historical perspective, we found some big problems. Does wearing a suit mean you are a good person? Then the Italian Mafia will give you a certificate of honor, right?
"Mr. Zhang, shall I not disturb you today?"
"Mr. Xu, you are too polite. I am also a guest of the Feng family. It is not a disturbance." Zhang Dongliang answered calmly.